“Very much?”
Christopher solemnly nodded.
“If—if we want to go away with you and your people, would you take us?”
“Oh, yes!”
“And be kind to us?”
“Me?” He turned to me, and so did Beelo.
“Yes, Christopher.”
“He will,” was the answer.
Beelo, seized with one of his unexpected whirlwinds, threw his arms round Christopher, and laughed.
I turned him about, and, holding both his hands, looked smilingly into his brilliant eyes.